I live in a village where people still care about each other, largely.

Let me say that I absolutely loved writing 'A Common Life,' because it was a book about love.

Sometimes you have to gag on fancy before you can appreciate plain.

My life is extremely full and wretchedly busy, and I feel that while my life drains energy from my work, my work in turn drains energy from my life. The result is, I am always playing catch-up spiritually. That is my thorn.

One of the things that makes a dead leaf fall to the ground is the bud of the new leaf that pushes it off the limb.

For a very long time, I wrote a book a year, and was eager and willing to do it, to put bread on the table, to have my work out there. Now I must write a book every two years, and that's never enough time, either.

Paul said in the second epistle...the time is coming when people will not put up with sound doctrine...they will accumulate for themselves teachers to suit their own desires, and will turn from the truth and wander away to myths.